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“You do remember that I’m thirty years old, right?”
“And? That’s young.”
“Not for that many kids.”
“Fuck, we got plenty of time for kids, baby. Just let me finish this shit for us, yeah?” I watch her swallow hard before she sighs and nods her head.
“Okay. Finish it.”
“Good girl. Fuck, Kemah.” I nearly growl before devouring her mouth once again. This woman doesn’t realize it, but she gives me everything I never knew I needed, and I’m never letting that go.
“I’ll be back soon.” She nods her head, and I release my grip on her when Remy slaps a hand on my shoulder. I glance over and he nods, letting me know we’re ready to go.
“This is it,” I tell her.
“This is it.” With a quick nod, I follow Remy and the others outside to our bikes.
We mount up and we pull down the driveway, taking a left onto the main road. I feel ecstatic about this shit. I can talk Kemah into having a baby sooner rather than later, if that’s what I really want, and deep down, I think it is. I want a family with her. I want everything with her, and I’m going to make sure we have it.
The ride to Jake’s place doesn’t take as long as I’d like because my mind is reeling right now with everything going on. Her birthday, kids, Christmas, and now Jake.
We pull up and park the bikes before I climb off and move toward my dad.
“This it?”
“Nah, it’s a few houses down. He apparently had a couple of places that Kemah didn’t know about. This is one of them,” he says, nodding down the road. I smirk as I look at the Christmas lights I’m going to choke his ass with.
“Pull those lights down, Remy,” I say as we walk toward the house. Remy chuckles, but when we climb the steps to the front porch, he begins to rip them down. I raise my hand and knock on the door like a fucking gentleman and wait until the bastard opens it. As soon as he does, he tries to slam it shut, but it’s too late. I shove it open, causing him to stumble back a few steps before falling on his ass. I walk in and stand over him, smiling down at him.
“Well, ho, ho, fuckin’ ho. What a Merry fuckin’ Christmas this is,” I tell the asshole as he tries to scramble backward away from me. I raise my foot and stomp his chest, forcing him back down.
“What do you want? Who are you?”
“Playin’ dumb now?” I ask him, cocking my head to the side to look at him.
“You’re … you’re the motherfucker she stayed with!”
“Surprise, motherfuckin’ surprise. Remy, string his ass up,” I tell him. Remy and Locke move around me and my dad to grab him and drag him through the room.
I follow behind them as my dad stands guard at the door, and they get Jake tied to the chair with Christmas lights. When they’re done, I walk over and take the string in my hands, wrapping it around his throat tightly so his eyes begin to bulge.
“I wanted to draw this out and make it all painful for you, but I got a girl waitin’ on me back home. Don’t get me wrong, I’m still gonna hurt you and enjoy every last second of it, but I don’t have to wait around and watch you bleed out and piss yourself like you did her.”
“She’s a bitch!”
“Is she? Or is she better than you? You didn’t know what you had sittin’ right in front of you in that woman. If treated right, she could have given you the world.” He laughs now, or as much as he can with the lights around his neck.
“She’s a fat, ugly piece of shit,” he hisses at me.
“No. Your little dick couldn’t handle a woman like her. There’s nothin’ wrong with her body; it was all you. You didn’t know what kind of little freak you had on your hands. The way she straddles my face and lets me eat her pussy? It’s pure fuckin’ heaven.” With that, I pull my knife out and stab it into his thigh, listening to him scream.
“You see, I know all the right places to hit that will cause you to bleed out slowly. And as much as I’d like to stick around and watch it, my boy here is gonna hang out and film it for me,” I say, nodding toward Randy, one of the prospects.
I step closer and make random cuts on his body and neck, ensuring he’ll die a slow death. Then I step back and admire my handiwork.
“Shove somethin’ in that bastard’s mouth so you don’t have to hear him cry like a bitch,” I tell Randy. He pulls a rag from his pocket and shoves it into Jake’s mouth before coming to stand next to me.
“You want me to film it all?”
